On this fateful morning I decided to take a walk around my compound. Its been a while I did the diligent neighbourly act. The flowers have grown wild over their hedge and I'm thinking its a quick way for "crawlies" to get into my apartment. Since Musa's departure its been totally difficult in handling the general cleanliness of the entire compound.
True to myself, Miss like it nice and tidy, I decide to do it myself, anyway. Trim, Trim I went and suddenly I hear this voice" Si-si 'hic' na na wetin you you dey do? I turned to see who it was , It was Papa that lives in the uncompleted gate house of the compound next to ours.
He tries to reach , I take a step back obviously he could barely hold his balance and staggered from right to left. In my mind I'm thinking any unwise reaction would either cause me harm because I know not what to expect from this old man reeking with alcohol at eight in the morning.
'Aunty, brrring am, gimme the big scissors make I use cut am". How much you go pay? I was shocked to hear him ask for money to do the work. "Papa, I go give you Five hundred Naira, Fav, Fav, hundred, chai, sisi e to0 small , make you helep old man.
At this point I was rather furious and told him to start the work, he collected the gardening shears from me and made his way to the hedges. This old man stood there for like five minutes trying to cut off a branch from a plant apparently his vision was blurry. I watched for another few minutes and left him to continue the work.
One hour later hoping to find clean hedges and all the grass around the fence cut off, to my surprise papa did NOTHING!!!
I guess the alcohol got a better part of him. Blame it on the aa--aah al - alcohol!
Next time I know where to get help to clean the yard!
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